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It lets go. Aaron sits up still cold with meaningless bereavement. What the hell is it, what's tearing at him?
"Great Pan is dead," he mutters stumbling to the narrow wash-stall. The lament that echoed round the
worldтАж He sluices his head, wishing for his own quarters and Solange. He really should work on these
anxiety symptoms. Later, no time now. "Physician, screw thyself," he jeers at the undistinguished, worried
face in the mirror.

Oh JesusтАФthe time! He has overslept while they are doing god knows what to Lory. Why hasn't Coby
waked him? Because Lory is his sister, of course; Aaron should have foreseen that.

He hustles out into Isolation's tiny corridor. At one end is a vitrex wall; beyond it his assistant Coby looks
up, takes off his headset. Was he listening to music, or what? No matter. Aaron glances into Tighe's
cubicle. Tighe's face is still lax, sedated; he has been in sleep-therapy since his episode a week ago.
Aaron goes to the speaker grille in the vitrex, draws a cup of hot brew. The liquid falls sluggishly;
Isolation is at three-fourths gee in the rotating ship.

"Where's Dr. KayeтАФmy sister?"

"They've started the interrogation, boss. I thought you needed your sleep." Goby's doubtless meaning to
be friendly but his voice has too many sly habits.

"Oh, god." Aaron starts to cycle the cup out, forces himself to drink it. He has a persistent feeling that
Lory's alien is now located down below his right heel.

"Doc."

"What?"

"Bruce and ├Еhlstrom came in while you were asleep. They complain they saw Tighe running around
loose this morning."

Aaron frowns. "He hasn't been out, has he?"

"No way. They each saw him separately. I talked them into seeing you, later."

"Yeah. Right." Aaron cycles his cup and heads back up the hall, past a door marked Interview. The next
is Observation. He goes in to a dim closet with viewscreens on two walls. The screen in front of him is
already activated two-way. It shows four men seated in a small room outside Isolation's wall.

The gray-haired classic Anglo profile is Captain Yellaston, acknowledging Aaron's presence with a
neutral nod. Beside him the two scout commanders go on watching their own screen. The fourth man is
young Frank Foy, Centaurs safety officer. He is pursing his mouth over a wad of printout tape.

Reluctantly, Aaron activates his other screen one-way, knowing he will see something unpleasant. There
she isтАФhis sister Lory, a thin young red-haired woman wired to a sensor bank. Her eyes have turned to
him although Aaron knows she's seeing a blank screen. Hypersensitive as usual. Behind her is Solange in
a decontamination suit.

"We will go over the questions once more, Miss Kaye," Frank Foy says in a preposterously impersonal
tone.